Otrygg takes a cautious sip from a tankard of mead, setting it down gently...

[i]"You do Norsia proud, Jarl Koval, and your voice was one sorely needed at this Moot, as was all of yours, my Jarls. Odin guides us truly. 

"However, the Moot has spoken, and majority have called the name of Henriik to lead us into the future, from peril to the Gods' grace. My Jarls, give unto him your oaths of fealty, but know this, should doubts give a course in your mind that will lead us to disaster, you are compelled to war, to revolt, as is the law and custom of our land, our people.

"What say you, my Jarls? Fealty or war? Speak!"[/i]

Otrygg's eyes scanned the room, but lingered on Zarathustra and Koval.